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[Intro: Lex The Hex Master] Bombs, shit can get real crazy And when it do, what the fuck you gon' do? Let's go [Chorus: Lex The Hex Master] Yo! I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit [Verse 1: Lex The Hex Master] One sec, let me stop the presses (Press) These rappers are sexy, I'm liftin' dresses (Dresses) Time for the hex, better count your blessin' Dick wet from the sink, cats who sеcond guessed it Still pop shit, won't catch me vеsted (No!) Blood in my chest and the pounds excessive (Yes!) Test if you dare find yourself in the air 'Cause you never was prepared, hope you learned your lesson (Bump) Flow of possession, my style's aggressive (Yeah) All about progression and pounds of pressure (Yeah) No lesson, we're wicked indeed With a forty ounce bottle and a stick of the weed (Yeah) Yeah, I sleep so peaceful, I'm big on the streets Niggas on they deathbed ain't sicker than me (Wait) Just give me my props, let me go home (Go home) Fuck all y'all, Lex in the zone, so [Chorus: Lex The Hex Master] Yo! I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit [Verse 2: Lex The Hex Master] And I'm still on my grind (Grind) This be the close encounter, fourth kind (Kind) Feel it in your spine, designed to lapse time In ultra-raw consciousness, you're now binded Lookin' for the door, you're lost and can't find it (Yep) Trapped in a realm of Hell and frost giants (Yeah) Shine when I spit, no time for this shit Rule with an iron fist, my team is tyrants Cause of the violence, a hostile climate (Climate) Rhymes so hard, it'll bust your hymen (What!) Like fuck your whinin', these nuts you ridin' (Oh!) Holy Ghost shit feel the touch inside 'em Black from the roaches, insane asylum Rappers all shook, done shamed a lot of 'em Get ready for the age of ugly shit One bar hit your heart, you love me, bitch [Chorus: Lex The Hex Master] Yo! I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit [Verse 3: Monoxide] You ain't heard yet? Me and Lex on that fucked up absurd shit Run up on you, road burn Leave you right there shakin' on the curb, we murderous Sick brain with a purpose, it gets crazy when I blurt this shit Out of my mouth and you purchase it Then sit on the couch and rehearse it with a couple of friends Again and again until the perfect fit And the anger breaks through the tourniquet And nobody else has to die 'cause we destroy any and everything deserving it Is there really anybody in the game that can bring it the way that I bring it? And I'm 'bout to say that if there is, I ain't seen it So I'ma have to just keep it on a level of evil that none of y'all will play [Chorus: Lex The Hex Master] Yo, I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit I stomp, I crush, I mash, destroy shit I drop that wicked, that fire, that raw shit [Outro: Lex The Hex Master] And I ain't seen the sun in days and haze in days Type shit'll make you crazy, crazy, crazy Hard to handle somebody blazin', blazin', blazin' Type shit'll make you crazy, crazy, crazy And I ain't seen the sun in days and haze in days Type shit'll make you crazy, crazy, crazy